CHAPTER XLIII.  “This figure hath high price: ’t was wrought with loveAges ago in finest ivory;Nought modish in it, pure and noble linesOf generous womanhood that fits all timeThat too is costly ware; majolicaOf deft design, to please a lordly eye:The smile, you see, is perfect—wonderfulAs mere Faience! a table ornamentTo suit the richest mounting.” Dorothea seldom left home without her husband, but she did occasionally drive into Middlemarch alone, on little errands of shopping or charity such as occur to every lady of any wealth when she lives within three miles of a town. Two days after that scene